"Deep in my heart, I know there’s no promise I’ll be free from trouble in this life. In fact, I’m usually either getting out of trouble, currently in trouble, or about to meet trouble around the next corner."...... I hope you'll stick around for my "Lucille Ball/Gracie Allen" adventures. It promises to be a wild ride.

Natural Selection ~ Forces of Nature ~ Book OneWhat do you do when you find out your family isn’t your family, death is knocking at your door, and that guy you can’t stop thinking about knows more about who you are than you do? Amelia Hoffman was just a normal 15 year old until she found out the truth. Now ancient myths, supernatural beings, and murder have changed everything. Tests and school dances are no longer the biggest worry in her life– she has to figure out how to save everyone she loves and accept the future in front of her before its too late

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Thursday, October 27, 2011

Today was early dismissal and I picked up the grandchildren. Andrew had a fist full of reward certificates that he has earned for being good. He had several for “Eat with a friend”, “Water Passes”, and even one to “Eat with the teacher”, although he indicated he may let that particular one expire. He chatted non-stop while we waited in the pickup line for Cara.

Cara hopped in the car and took over the air space with her chatter. They were both in a good mood and bantered back and forth all the way back to the house. The dogs greeted them with lots of licks. Calypso hopped up on Cara and was taller than she is. She wanted that lick at all cost.

We eventually wound up on the front porch playing “Nana, May I”, our version of “Mother, May I”. I was evil today and decided to have some fun. I had Andrew duck waddling and Cara hopping. Then, I gave Andrew the instruction to pirouette six steps forward. After informing me that he would probably hate me at some point in the future, he complied (laughing the entire time.) Then, it was Cara’s turn. I instructed Cara to turn around (facing me as she was facing the opposite direction) and take five steps backwards. She had a frown until Andrew caught on and explained it. Then, she was all smiles. I do love this game now that I am an adult!

Hubby’s cousin owns the dry cleaners that we use. For many years, they owned German Shepherds, so as anyone would be apt to think, I thought the wife loved the dogs. That turned out not to be true and I almost gave the woman a heart attack! I stopped off on my way home from obedience class and went in to tell her I had something I wanted to show her. Thank goodness she was in the doorway about 20 feet away because when I opened the back door to the suburban, she let out a blood curdling scream that may have woken the dead in the cemetery down the road. She was freaking out. I was freaking out. Ryka and Calypso were freaking out. I didn’t know what was going on.

Turns out, she is deathly afraid of dogs, especially German Shepherds. I didn’t know. I felt so horrible. She told me that she never touched them and if she had to feed them, she put on gloves. She told me she would drive into the garage and they stayed outside. Hubby told me that they had dogs for twenty years. I just assumed that she liked them. Thank goodness, I did not bring them in with me. I had to calm her down and believe me when I say that she was screaming like a banshee (whatever that is.) Then, I had to calm the dogs down. What a nightmare!

Since today was early dismissal, I cancelled Calypso’s final lesson until Friday. That gives me two more days to work with her. WE WILL GRADUATE! Since I woke her from her nap this morning, she was pretty good on the leash, although her new thing is to hold the leash in her mouth. I am trying to break her of this habit, but at least she heels. I guess I should mention, she has no choice – it’s a two-foot leash! After making several rounds up and down the drive way, I made her sit (she must have been tired because she actually listened) and I took the leash off her. Once I released her, she then followed me for another lap before sitting in the shade.

Then, I decided to try something (I can never leave well enough alone.) I dangled the leash next to me while I was walking rather than tucking it into my pocket. It wasn’t long before Calypso took the bait – or the leash – and was walking along side me. I am concluding that she doesn’t mind listening so long she is in charge – or thinks she is – or maybe she is.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Gabrielle Carelton is one of Queen Elizabeth’s most devoted ladies-in-waiting. But her loyalty is put to the test when Her Majesty commands her to marry Scotsman Collin Douglas. When Gabrielle is kidnapped by Collin’s twin brother, not even Good Queen Bess can save her. Dubbed the Black Douglas, devilishly handsome Connor is known throughout the land for his magnificent feats of strength and cunning. But now he is in need of an heir. An English bride will bring peace to the warring nations — and give him the son he craves. What he doesn’t expect is a woman as passionate as she is proud … and a desire that knows no boundaries. Set against the pageantry and savage splendor of 16th-century England and Scotland, here is the story of a man and a woman who begin as enemies and strangers — and find a love that will triumph against all odds.

Meet Rebecca Sinclair (from the book):

Murphy’s Law, Rebecca Sinclair’s first short contemporary romance, was a finalist for the EPPIE Award, an award given for excellence in electronically-published fiction. Perfect Strangers and Montana Wildfire, two of her earlier books, are now being made available for the Kindle, Nook, Sony, PDF…and just about any other e-reading device there is. Reb is working on getting the rest of her back-list out in e-book format (keep checking her website www.rebeccasinclair.com for details.)

In case you’re wondering why her name sounds familiar but you can’t quite place it, now would be a good time to mention that Rebecca is just coming off of a ten year, self-imposed sabbatical. She’s back to writing now, however. Currently, she has three new projects in the works: one, a sexy time-travel historical romance and two long YA novels. (The latter genre is a departure for her, yet it’s one she’s having great fun with!)

Rebecca has lived on the rocky southeastern coast of New England all her life; first in Maine, where she was born, then in Massachusetts, where she grew up, and finally settling in the biggest little state of the union: Rhode Island. For the last 15 years she’s lived in a big, turn-of-the-century (the last century – circa 1865!) house … that came complete with a widow’s walk, a Table –of-Death and, of course, its own ghost!

She enjoys spending time with her family, reading (a lot!) and listening to a wide variety of music. Her favorite time to write is in the wee, wee hours of the morning, when all the sane people are asleep; then, her creativity flows like a river. She is the owner and primary webmaster for the popular webstie Eclectics (www.eclectics.com ), which she founded in 1993). Eclectics is Internet home to a variety of authors, literary agents, writing articles, and more.

Hubby and I attended a wedding this past July for my daughter's BFF, Avery. If forced to render Avery in one sentence, the descriptive tags would include 'bright', 'vibrant', and intensely 'alive.' When Avery decided to get married, it stood to reason everything about her wedding would reflect her passionate, bohemian character.

The invitation said the “I do's” would be spoken exactly at sunset. The bride and groom, as well as their guests, were to be barefoot on the summer-warmed New England beach. Unfortunately, Hurricane Irene stepped in at the last possible second and put a monkey wrench in those plans! The ceremony and reception were quickly moved to an indoor function room. No one seemed to mind.

Had the bridal processional music always been Oh, Happy Day!? The bridesmaid and maid-of-honor, my daughter, boogied down the aisle. The bride, however, took center stage as she sashayed and shimmied seductively toward her groom. After the ceremony, the couple joined hands and literally ran back down the aisle and out of the room,. They were instantly followed by the rest of the wedding party, most of who were by this time laughing and congratulating both the happy couple and each other.

The tone was set for the rest of the evening; the reception was to be light and airy and fun. And when the bride and groom took center stage to dance their first dance together as a married couple, instead of there not being a dry eye in the house, there wasn't an unsmiling mouth.

The DJ played some hip, modern song I didn't recognize; it had an upbeat tune, a sweet beat, and lyrics that promised love everlasting. I barely heard. I wasn't really aware of anything beyond Avery and her new husband.

Avery's method of “dancing” involved a series of arm and hip motions, coupled with many, many energetic little jumps. With the natural grace of an Amazon, she hopped excitedly from foot to foot as though playfully daring gravity to contain either herself or her emotions. If the bare toes peeking out from her gown were chilled by the air conditioning, she didn't let it show. In fact, she seemed only vaguely aware she had feet. The brunt of her concentration was elsewhere.

Avery's hands never left her new husband—she touched his shoulders, caressed the back of his neck, ran her fingertips down his arms or the line of his jaw as though she couldn't believe he was there, he was real—even as she bounced in elated circles around him or, in a surprise move, allowed him to toss her between his legs and pull her up the other side, with a flirty grin and coquettish twirl of voluminous white skirt. At one point, despite her dress, Avery jumped on him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, her arms around his neck. Clinging to him, they never missed a step, just continued to sway as one to the music.

Anyone with a working pair of eyes could see Avery was happy; pleasure radiated from her every move, her every excited gesture, from the way she continued to bounce excitedly up and down on her toes. Jump. Jump.

JUMP! You had to look just a little deeper to see that somehow, at some point, she'd surpassed mere happiness and entered into a world where sheer and utter jubilation reigned supreme...a realm known only to the fortunate few, and even then oh, so very rarely.

Her dance was an unbridled celebration of love, life, and all that was good, right, and carefree in the world. As I watched her, I couldn't help wishing I could still dance like that myself. I remember being able to, but it was a long time ago. Back when hubby and I were first married. Over the years those feelings morphed into something else, something more comfortable. Their sharp edges blunted from the passage of time, the shine fading to years of neglecting to polish it, putting the chore off for just. One. More. Day.

There's been no room for dancing in my world of duty and responsibility There hasn't been for a long time.

Nothing is light and airy anymore. The steps of my dance have grown heavy and intricate. Gravity hung in the game and won after all. There are constant demands of kids, animals, jobs. There are meetings, conflicting schedules, and late nights spent struggling to get the latest project just right before crawling into bed. Alone. Because hubby works from the house during the day, while I prefer to write at night.

Like looking through the magnifier at the top of the Empire State Building, watching Avery and her new husband—but, especially, Avery—dance that first dance together has helped bring my own life more clearly into focus.

Lessons learned:

It is time, past time, to take a page from Avery's book. No matter what was going on in my life, I need to set aside some time each day to simply allow myself to feel happy—not resentful of the things I don't' have but joyful for the things I do. To lay inhibitions aside and kick my feet up and dance again, wild and free, as if I could defy gravity to hold down all the raw emotions and possibilities bubbling up inside of me. Emotions I haven't allowed myself, or haven't had time, to feel in a very long time. And to think, all of this was unlocked simply by watching one vibrant young woman dance with more gusto and raw joy than anyone I'd ever seen before.

For the rest of my life, I will remember the way Avery danced at her wedding.

Why I decided to cross genres and write a YA book:

Because...

a) I've always enjoyed reading YA books, but for awhile there, frustrated at not finding any romances--historical or otherwise--that I wanted to read, I'd switched to reading virtually nothing but YAs. My interest in the YA genre has always been keen and high, but more so with all the wonderful books being published for teens/tweens/and the like today.

b)I had the niblet of an idea for a story that wouldn't work as a romance (although it is a bit romancey; I am a romance writers first and foremost, after all), but that I thought would be ideal for a younger audience.

And...
c) I felt restless, like I needed to stretch my wings a little, challenge myself. My choice of a challenge was to write a book outside my comfort zone, outside "my" genre of historical romance. As it turned out, the effort birthed more than one book; my first YA, Endless, hasn't even sold yet and already it's spawned a sequel, which I'm in the process of writing now. I'd like to stress, in this day of the trilogies or longer, my story is just two books. The story begun in Endless wraps up in the second book, its conclusion, Rapture.

Book Quotes:

“A Maxwell takes care of his own,” he repeated softly, seemingly to himself. Louder, as realization dawned on him, he said, “What sort of kin would we be if we dinny lift a finger to get the poor, sweet wee lass away from her arch enemy, the Douglas?”

She lifted the goblet and took another drink of whisky, even though her thirst had passed. As any good Carelton could tell you, if one of anything worked well, two would work better…and three better still.

Gabrielle set the goblet aside and lay back against the pillow. She stifled a yawn with her fist and arched her spine, stretching tentatively at first, then, when her muscles didn’t cramp in protest, more expansively. Aaah, but that felt divine.

Mayhaps another sip of whisky wouldn’t be out of order? Heaven knew the unexpected jolts of thunder had made sure the effects of the first three wore off with alarming speed.

“Sulking around in the shadows now, are you, Douglas? Haven’t you ever heard of the term ‘knock’?” “Twill be a cold day in hell afore I’ll knock on me own bedchamber door, lass.” The words slid through Gabrielle much the same way the first sip of whisky had only moments before.

“And exactly how would ye go aboot doing that?” “By rescuing her myself if there’s no other way.” “Well, guddle me,” Ella muttered, then shook her head. Her laughter was soft and musical. “Lass, ye dinny e’en know where Gaelside is!” “True,” Gabrielle acknowledged thoughtfully. Her gaze had dipped to the fists clenched tightly atop her lap. If now lifted and boldly met Ella’s. A sly, challenging grin tugged at her lips when she added,” But you do.”

Thick raven hair, harshly sculpted cheekbones, forehead, and jaw, gray eyes that gleamed out of the murky shadows, and a gaze that arrowed straight through her very soul…

Unlike the last, this kiss was light, gentle. His lips whisked airily over heres with sweet promise, yet she sensed an underlying urgency.

His mouth carried through its promise and was on hers, his tongue urging her lips apart. His kiss was ravenous; it obliterated all thoughts of family and feuds and weddings from her mind.

My Review:

Ok – I have to admit, the picture perfect specimen on the cover captured my attention before anything. Did you look?! Well, go back and LOOK!

I also have a predisposed fascination with Scotland as my ancestors hail from the great country of Scotland. I love the brogue. I love the bagpipes. I love the kilts. I would someday like to visit Scotland, and I would like one of those men (from the cover).

Perfect Strangers captured the love between Gabrielle Carleton and Connor Douglas magnificently. What sets this book apart from previous books I’ve read is that the author did not make Gabrielle a picture perfect woman. Gabby is a complex young woman who as part of Queen Elizabeth’s court, was ridiculed, and judged based on her lack of outer beauty. The “Black Douglas’” piercing gray eyes saw passed the outer shell to the beautiful woman beneath (and mine will too).

The author not only captured the essence of Gabby but the complex humanity of the highland clans and their way of life in 16th century Scotland and England.

Perfect Strangers is a story of a young woman, sent by her queen, to marry in hopes of ending the border feuds. Her betrothed’s twin brother, the notorious Black Douglas, whom ballads of his fierceness have been written and sung, kidnaps her.

Soon after arriving at his castle, a battle breaks out and Connor’s old aunt is kidnapped. In her goodness and innocence, Gabrielle sets off to rescue her. Before the night has time to set, Connor comes upon her camp, and after a night of giving in to the passion that has been threatening to consume them, Gabby and Connor, are captured by a neighboring clan.

Through the twists and turns of a great story, love trumps all. I will definitely be reading more from Rebecca Sinclair. The characters are well written and developed. The Scottish dialogue spoke of authenticity. The story draws the reader in and leaves you wanting more at the end.

Well done Ms. Sinclair!

Giveaway!

Rebecca Sinclair has graciously offered to give away an e-book to one of my commenters.

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Please leave an email where you can be reached. The giveaway will run until November 20th.

I will post and email the winners on November 21th.

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Disclaimer / Disclosure: I received a complimentary copy of the book with no obligation for a positive review. No compensation - monetary or in kind - has been obtained for this post. Cover art and book description courtesy of the author, publisher, or PR firm.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I know I probably seem like a broken record these days, as my life seems to revolve around the dogs. Obedience class and practicing the commands we are learning is very time consuming.

Calypso has such a stubborn streak! She actually reminds me of one of my daughters. From the time my daughter was very young – about the time she started to put together sentences – she would answer in a complete sentence to avoid saying, “Yes mam, No sir”, etc. You will get where I am going with this in a moment.

Before allowing Calypso and Ryka to come in, I make them “sit and wait” until I open the door and invite them in – after me, (same goes for going outside.) Ryka wants to come in and does not mind following the command, although she acts as if it is beneath her.

Calypso, on the other hand, has way too much pride and is very stubborn. She will walk up to the door and the minute I tell her to sit, she will look at me (with the look), turn, and walk away. She spent the morning outside by herself today, while Ryka had a nice, long, peaceful nap inside.

I normally let them come in while I fix their dinner bowls, but before they can come in, they have to “sit and wait”. Twice today, Calypso gave me “the look” and walked away. At least with a child, you have a chance – albeit a small one – of them understanding your words when you explain something. I am at a loss with Calypso, so much so that I bought one of Cesar’s (The Dog Whisperer) books! If I weren’t so tired, I’d stay up all night reading about the “miracles” that are going to happen once I apply his techniques! I wonder if he would consider a trip to bayou country.

This has been a very busy week. Saturday, Cara was invited to a classmate’s birthday party at the skating rink – it was roller skating – we live in South Louisiana. Mommy Jessica was trying to get things ready for a party celebrating her birthday and times were overlapping causing some conflict. I volunteered to bring Cara to the party.

Now that Jessica bought a house and has moved a little farther away, the kids have changed schools. This means that I do not pick them up for school anymore. I think Cara misses our drives to school because as soon as we were on our way, she wanted to play the letter game we used to play every morning on the way to school. Then, as we crossed over a big bridge, she was pretending we were on a roller coaster, which was another one of our games.

Once we arrived at the rink, and had her feet snuggled safely in her skates, she tried skating. It was then that I realized she did not know how. With a few little swishing moves, I was able to show her how to glide and off she went with a little more confidence in her abilities. I loved to roller skate and was wishing I still had my roller skates. I remember taking my daughters skating when they were growing up. We always had lots of fun.

I managed to write three book reviews while watching Cara skate. She was so excited to learn how to skate by the time the party ended and definitely wants to go back skating. I hope that Katie-Beth still has my skates. I think I want to skate again! Cara also realized that Andrew would be too afraid to skate and said that he could just play the games instead. She certainly has her brother all figured out!

What else has happened this week. I sprayed the stain on my blouse with Fabreeze instead of the stain remover sitting right next to it. Could have been worse. Haven't figured out how yet. Now, to do some more ironing!

About the Book:

·Do you refuse to take the top newspaper on a stack (even if perfect)?

·Insist that the toilet paper hang "over"?

·Wait for the phone to ring at least twice before answering?

·Keep returning to the refrigerator hoping that something new to eat has materialized?

Kids say the darndest things? Adults DO them!!! In this follow-up to her successful And I Thought I Was Crazy!, author Judy Reiser offers up more hilarious eccentricities exhibited (and confessed to) by otherwise normal people. Everyone has at least one particular oddity in his or her daily way of life. These side-splitting actions are categorized from hilarious bathroom behavior, funny money routines, and unconventional clothing habits to eating and sleeping peculiarities, germ-a-phobia, and more. Reiser documents the zany traits that make us who we are.

Just what extremes do people go to in their everyday activities?

·Flipping through a magazine at a newsstand then reaching for a fresh copy to buy because the one they were flipping through is no longer new.

·Enumerating (1, 2, 3…) while urinating and trying to end their peeing on an even number.

·Wearing T-shirts an equal number of times so none of them will get offended.

·Eating the most expensive part of a meal first, just in case they can’t finish everything.

·Ironing the newspaper before reading it to protect them self against germs.

·Leaving sunglasses on top of the fridge so a midnight raid won’t blind them by opening it. Controlling shedding by vacuuming the cat.

Collected from real, live, actual human beings, the zaniness begins again in Admit It, You’re Crazy! You will laugh while gaining insight into yourself and others! People do the darndest things!

Judyreiser.com

About the Author (from Amazon):

Judy Reiser personally interviewed thousands of people for her three acclaimed books:
Admit It, You're Crazy! Quirks, Idiosyncrasies & Irrational Behavior, And I Thought I Was Crazy! Quirks, Idiosyncrasies & Meshugaas, In a Cell Phone Minute

Her books have received much media attention with reviews and excerpts in prestigious publications such as The New York Times Book Review, AARP Bulletin, Reader's Digest, The Washington Post, Cosmopolitan and many others as well as speaking engagements and appearances on hundreds of national and international radio and television shows, including The Today Show.

Judy began collecting quirks when she divulged something crazy she does (she doesn't remember which one it was--there are so many) and her friend shared something he does. After having a good laugh about it, she soon discovered that everyone has quirks. She has been observing, gathering, marveling at and laughing about quirks ever since and is recognized for helping to bring the subject to the forefront. Her husband insists that had she written the quirk books as an autobiography, they would have been much longer!

She looked at her cell phone one day and thought, "I wonder if there are any good stories here?" She began inquiring and found that there were very entertaining stories. She collected them and the result is, "In a Cell Phone Minute" . The book is shaped like and opens vertically like a flip-top phone. Judy is also the designer of her books.

For more info on Judy & her books visit:
http://www.judyreiser.com

From the Author:

1.Do you remember the first story you wrote? What was it like?

I didn’t start out as a writer. I took an indirect route. I’m trained as a graphic designer and worked professionally in the field for many years.

One day, I had a conversation with a friend in which I divulged something crazy I do (I don’t remember which one it was—there are so many) and my friend shared something he does. After having a good laugh about it, I soon discovered that everyone has idiosyncrasies. I began interviewing people about their quirks with the hope of publishing a book about it. I wasn’t sure whether there was enough material to fill a book but I eventually discovered that as long as human nature is human nature, there is more than enough material.

I took a publishing course and put a proposal together which I sent to publishers on my own, without an agent. Finally, after receiving rejections from several publishers, the day I began a new job in an ad agency, Simon & Schuster called to offer a contract. It was quite a challenge to finish the book on schedule while working full-time but I’ve never missed a deadline yet and that’s how my first book, “And I Thought I Was Crazy!” was published.

2.Do you use paper and pen, old-fashioned typewriter, or computer/laptop? Is there a specific place that you like to write?

I love my laptop. It’s great to be able to cut & paste, re-arrange & experiment, and to see the changes and edits instantaneously! I write at my desk but keep a little notepad in my purse & jot down any thoughts, ideas or observations when lightening strikes.

3.What is the best part of writing for you?

My three books are primarily a compilation of quotes from interviews I conducted with thousands of people. I loved meeting everyone, sharing our quirks, laughing at ourselves and learning about human nature. I thoroughly enjoy the entire creative process of developing a book from the initial concept through completion. And since I’m a graphic designer, I also design my books.

4.Tell us something about your books.

•Do you refuse to take the top newspaper on a stack (even if perfect)?

•Insist that the toilet paper hang "over"?

•Keep returning to the refrigerator hoping that something new to eat has materialized?

•Flip through a magazine at a newstand, then reach for a fresh copy to buy because the one you were flipping through is no longer new?

You’re not alone. Everyone has at least one oddity in his or her daily way of life.

5.What is something that most people wouldn't necessarily know about you (that you would be willing to share here, of course!)?

You can imagine how quirky I am after interviewing thousands of people on the subject! And I couldn’t afford it—I had too many to begin with! I’m certainly qualified to work on this subject! My husband insists that if I had written the book as an autobiography, it would have been much longer!

For starters:

•My toilet paper has to be facing “over”. If it’s not facing in the “right” direction, I’ve been known to change it anywhere I am.

•In a restaurant, I hold a mug in my left hand because there are fewer left-handed people so fewer people drink on that side.

•I spend my dirty money first. If a cashier hands me a dirty bill, I sometimes ask the cashier to exchange it for a clean one.

•The quirks in my book are divided into chapters about Food, Clothing, Money, Bathroom, Sleep, Germs and Miscellaneous. I could’t bring myself to put the food chapter back to back with the bathroom chapter because it seemed repulsive to me. I separated them with the money chapter.

I use a fresh towel each day to dry myself off with after showering. The previous day’s towel is used to wipe down the shower stall. I put the one that I’ve dried myself with on the rack inside the shower and clean towel on the outside rack so that I differentiate between them but sometimes I still get confused.

JR: You must have a lot of laundry.

Well, my worries about that.

JR: Does you wife use the same system?

I don’think so.

My husband has to bring a pair of clean underwear into the bathroom when he’s about to take a shower. He won’t even turn on the water until the underwear is in place. my ten-year-old son now does the same thing. Occasionally, when I’ve just done laundry and the clothes are still in the dryer, I’ll tell one or the other to ahead and shower – I’ll bring in the underwear when they’re dry. No deal, that water stays off until I appear with the underwear.

Sometimes I pee in the shower. I don’t really don’t think it’s a big deal.

I bring my toothbrush and toothpaste into the shower with me and brush my teeth in the shower. Even if I’ve brushed my teeth earlier, when I get into the shower later on, I’ll brush my teeth again.

My fiancé has a weird sense of humor. When he writes a check to be given as a wedding gift, he makes it out for an odd amount as a joke. For example, rather than writing a check for $300.00 or $350.00, he will give the couple $353.02.

My Review:

Have you ever thought how odd some people are? Have you ever been brave enough to acknowledge your own quirks and idiosyncrasies?

I admit I like the toilet paper unrolling under the roll (and I’ve been known to change it at other people’s houses) and it drives me so insane when people leave the toilet seat lid up that it leaves me tempted to post a BIG sign to please put the lid down. Ladies! There is a lid for a reason! I also make my grocery list in the order of my entry and path in the grocery store.

The more I read, the more I began to recognize the folks around me. This book is one I would relegate to the bathroom – if reading materials were allowed there. It is one of those books that you would put in the bathroom, and then wait quietly outside of the door for laughter.

I like that the quirks in the book are followed by the person that was brave enough to voice the quirk, (and their profession.) It made the quirk, in some cases, funnier.

Admit It, You’re Crazy! would make a great gift – wedding, shower, or birthday – or just a gift to bring a smile to someone’s face. It is a book of strange behaviors that will leave you rolling on the floor laughing. Even the “normal” people do the darndest things.

Thanks Judy for a great laugh.

If you have a quirk and would like to share it, you can contact Judy at the email listed at the end of the book. Enjoy!

Giveaway!

Judy has graciously offered to give away an e-book to one of my commenters.

The only requirement to enter is to follow this blog via

GFC or NetworkBlogs.

Please leave an email where you can be reached. The giveaway will run until November 20th.

I will post and email the winners on November 21th.

Any tweeting about the giveaway is greatly appreciated! (but not required)

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My Rating System

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